The Harem King 48 Chapter 48

"I could not give an appropriate inference if I can't search every part of your body. But since it is your choice for me to stop, then i could only give my sincerest apologies to you, city lord.

We were so close to finding a solution but…" I paused my words for effect and held my knees in an effort to stand up.

"Wait!" but she called for me, right on cue. HAHAHA!

"This better be the last time you ask for something strange, Shaman. Don't… test… my… patience…" she added the words in clenched teeth.

"You can be a.s.sured that I am a professional healer, city lord. I would not debase my craft with such lewd behaviors." I replied and masked the l.u.s.t in me with an apparent lie.

This was an obvious reaction from someone who hoped for something to be true with all of their heart and soul.

Even if they had met with many alarming discrepancies already but if one promised them just a little bit of hope out of their despised predicament, then one would become their G.o.d and salvation in the end.

Words really held that much power when used with great timing and precision.

"I'm going to start now, city lord." I announced loudly and began to inch my fingers near her delicate p.u.s.s.y.

She was already wet from my earlier attentions and when I touched her moist petals, the pair of folds quivered in my hand.

"Ahhhh… Slowly!" the city lord warned me after I wormed my right pinky inside his precious cavern. It was so tight that even the smallest of my fingers felt big in her snug fit.

I pushed it in until I felt a hindrance to my persistent quarry. Jackpot! The city lord was indeed a virgin. I laughed inside at my eventual find and wished I could sink my rigid c.o.c.k into her undefiled cat already.

"As you wish, city lord." I happily obliged her plea and eased my back and forth motion into a soft dance of seduction.

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After ten minutes of unabated finger f.u.c.king, in which I already used all digits of my right hand in turns, I finally halted my motions.

"Wha… What happened? Why did you stop?" the b.i.t.c.h asked in a foggy voice. It seemed that she had wanted to c.u.m at my expense but who was I? HAHAHA!

I was no fool to give her what she wanted. Her yearnings could only bring an additional means which I could use so that she would inevitably land in my lap, with her tight sheathe around my sharp dagger.

"The experiment has been completed, city lord. I have now found the cure for your infirmity.

Once you do what I say, I can tell you with a hundred percent guarantee, that the curse that has plagued you for such a long time will become only a bitter memory of a distant past!"

I promised articulately in order to instill belief into my victim with my epic show of confidence.

"But…" the city lord replied. I knew that she has something more to say but she forcefully cut her words off. What a good control of her faculties!

It was a rare chance to find a woman like her and so I appreciated one when I saw this uncommon breed of c.u.n.t.

"Do you want me to make you c.u.m, city lord?" I finished her thoughts.

"Take care of your foul mouth, Shaman! If ever I forget that you still have some use for me, then I would have already burned you alive and grilled you on a stake!"

The city lord cautioned me with her eyes blazing with ferocity just as I had planned. HAHAHA!

This was what I wanted to see since I did not want to speak my next words to a drunken maiden whose mind was filled with nothing but l.u.s.t.

For even if I could successfully f.u.c.k her, what awaited me when she regained her capacities would surely be an end worthy of remembrance.

Thus, it was best to be forthright on topics that involved delicate things such as making love. HAHAHA!

"Forgive me for my insolence, city lord. I had only the courage to speak of such blasphemy because the cure involved of…" I replied and cleverly cut my words short.

While in my mind, I was beginning to count the seconds.

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"You mean that you're going to stain my dignity as a woman?! Is that it?!"

The city lord roared and I felt myself flying amidst the empty embrace of the blistering winds before fully planting myself on one corner of the room.

"HAK! HAK! HAK!" I coughed blood out and saw the extent of the damage to my flesh and bones upon impact.

I tried to speak but knew instantly of my inability to even move my limbs, much less form words without using my mouth.

If I had wanted to, I could have already returned to the past to escape from the torture I was experiencing at this moment.

But since I was too lazy to restart things up and waste my labors until now, I decided to wade through the pain and hope that the nan.o.bots would numb it a bit with each tick of the clock.

Sometimes I wish this technology could mount some morphine in my veins but sadly, the scientists had yet to make some breakthroughs and grant my wish to reality.

"206 bones shattered or dislocated… beginning repairs…"

"Collapsed lung… temporary breathing system initiated…."

"Total hair annihilation… proceeding to the process of regrowth for the 3rd time…" the AI in my battle suit listed its specific activities in both texts and voices.

The screen flashed red before my eyes while my ears tingled with its incessant warnings.

"Where is it? Where did you hide your tool, Shaman?" I heard a new voice reached for my attention after I felt hands searched around my fingers.

"What tool?" I asked in my thoughts as the crazy woman undressed me, then explored every inch of my body and left no part untouched. Is she going to return the favor this time? I wondered. HAHAHA!